Thursday, October 13, 2022

Whispered from a High Place

Ideas vaporize like ghosts.  Just one detail can render an idea moot.  Better to abandon a bad idea, though, than to keep chasing it, even if you've invested in it, because you'd just be compounding the loss of effort.  

Several of them have already been sacrificed on the altar of the keyboard, this evening.  Select all; delete.  Goodbye.

Once, a buzzard perched on a rotten tree nakedly poking from the top of a tall hill.  From his perch, the whole valley was visible.  He scanned the valley for hours.  Finally, something startled him and he flew away.